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After the tarawih prayer, Dafi was picked up by someone on a motorbike, Dafi carried a backpack. He headed to the house of the Chairman of the Pondok Pesantrennya first, now he lives in Semarang because he was not active in Pondok Pesantren again, he has been replaced with his children. He was seventy years old, but his health still looked good.

Who invited Dafi was one of the students who took care of Mr. Kyai covering spending old age to live in Semarang, he was quite familiar with Dafi because Dafi used to be a special santri that Pesantren had. Especially until now, Dafi has always contributed to the development of his pesantren.

The homes of the Kyai, if towards the end of Ramadan are mostly crowded by the pilgrims, if the, but this time Mr. Kyai has advised that not many who meet him because he wants to be able to worship optimally at the end of Ramadan.

In the house of Pak Kyai, there are more families than santri and other pilgrims. Dafi arrived there almost midnight and immediately ablution to follow dhikr together.

Kyai Syarif, a charismatic Kyai who is well known in this country, but he would rather be considered a teacher than a Kyai. Because according to him the teacher is much reward because it will flow the reward until death later because it teaches useful knowledge. Many political people are approaching when it comes to local and legislative elections, but he has warned that those who visit his place must give up political attributes and not talk about supporting in regional elections. Because he was conscious, worried about not being able to resist the temptation of property and throne if he came down to practical politics.

At one o'clock in the evening, his thoughts break first. Guests who have not shaken, come forward to shake hands. Granted one by one. When Dafi kissed Kyai Syarif's hand, Kyai hugged him like a son and father who had not met.

"Nak Dafi .. more dashing, how is Ramadan this time, how many times?" said Mr. Kyai who is very able to recognize all his students.

"Alhamdulillah there is progress compared to last year Mr. Kyai . per this morning I have been khatam four times" replied Dafi while looking down, notah why if you see the face of Mr. Kyai feels awkward.

"Alhamdulillah .. This is the gift" Kyai Syarif replied while giving a box to Dafi, Dafi accepted it and thanked him. This is what a santri considers special, getting a gift from a charismatic Kyai. He has a gift for the santri if they succeed in the Qur'an during Ramadan.

"Open the box" Kyai Sharif ordered.

Dafi opened and there were two prayer beads there. There are black and black tasbih.

"Do you understand what that means?" ask Mr. Kyai.

"Afwan Pak Kyai .. My knowledge is not high to understand this message" replied Dafi humbled.

"Papert to Allah, you will find the answer. Life is a choice .. There are black and white, decide well that you will not regret it in the future. I'm sure if you are very good at understanding this message. Hold on to the religion, son, to survive the afterlife" continued Mr. Kyai.

"Well Mr. Kyai" replied Dafi.

Furthermore, Mr. Kyai gives advice to all while his guests enjoy a snack before sahur time.

"God's Wise is without a knack, without a pangenan (God is close even though our bodies cannot touch it, far there is no limit). Remember 4 M .. Please, Mangesthi, Mangastuti, Marem (Always ask God's instructions to harmonize speech and deeds in order to be useful to others). We are 3 N .. Natas, Nitis, Netes (From God we exist, with God we live and unite with God is our purpose later)" advises Mr. Kyai.

Eating sahur there is served in trays that can be eaten for four people. Dafi got a chance that he had never gotten, could eat handsomely with Pak Kyai and his son.

They all ate in an orderly manner, no one was talking. Eat slowly, not in a hurry.

"This is Nak Dafi. The task of parents will have to feed their children so that the stomach is filled, if the stomach is filled, your body can work properly, so the brain gets nutrients to think" said Mr. Kyai while offering a final bribe for Dafi.

"Alhamdulillah Mr. Kyai always gave us a pretty good meal of science food and food for the stomach" replied Dafi while opening his mouth receiving the last bribe from Mr. Kyai.

There was a time after sahur, Dafi was invited to talk in Pak Kyai's reading room.

"Son .. ten years have passed, you still sacrifice for the people you love. Not wrong .. but now is the time to be happy. Come to the wife's house, friendship with his family, continue to bring to Jakarta for friendship with your family. The goal is to save each other's face, what you say if you are not one place during the holiday. Hopefully this moment you can use to imitate the heart. Don't forget the friendship to Ciloto yes, there will be something there that will change the world of your wife. Quickly taken care of his marriage officially with his wife, already fitting that soul mate. But indeed you have to be extra patient, your wife is from a different background, do not want a different mindset. Don't be hard on him, he was originally a crybaby" advises Pak Kyai.

"Well Mr. Kyai" replied Dafi.

"You will be in Semarang for a while, and you will return to Jakarta again. Do not forget to bring play here his wife yes" said Mr. Kyai.

"God willing, Mr. Kyai" replied Dafi again.

"Later ba'da dawn, join my son's entourage to Wonogiri yes, want to take his brother back home. If you've got Wonogiri, take him directly to Jakarta just his wife, takbiran on the road. Later until around dawn, Jakarta can still pray Ied with family" continued Pak Kyai.

"Well Mr. Kyai" Dafi said again.

Dafi paid the dzakat for himself, Qeena and Mak Nuha through his son Pak Kyai Syarif. Not forgetting to take out the infaq as well. Worrying about time.

Dafi called Qeena to get her ready to take her to Jakarta, and told Mak Nuha about her plan.

Dafi carried out all the advice of Mr. Kyainya, Dafi was escorted to Mbahnya Qeena's house.

The atmosphere of the house is crowded because it has been collected, the aroma of typical Lebaran cuisine began to smell. Indeed, if in the Java area, Eid al-Fitr day is different from in Jakarta, there will be more crowded on the seventh day commonly called kupatan. Because of the tradition of the date of the two Shawwal directly shaum Syawalan, the congregation forgives each other according to Ied prayer directly lined up and can sekampung rowannya.

After the family's stale remarks, Dafi conveyed his intention to bring Qeena to Jakarta. Mak Nuha decided not to come but allowed Qeena to Jakarta to attend Dafi for four days.

It's tough for Qeena and Mak Nuha to miss the Eid separately, but it's a final decision and Mak Nuha is more comfortable that way. Dafi didn't force Mak Nuha to come along. Mak Nuha's family also supported Dafi's move that would lead to Qeena.

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"How the hell, from yesterday his HP off. He is a busy person ... why HP can off" said Bu Fia while sitting casually in the middle room.

"Yes, maybe he has other needs. Dawn has said that H-1 may have just departed from there" replied Mr. Dzul.

"Today dong, keburu ga tomorrow prayers with us" said Bu Fia.

"Yes he must have been after that Bun" replied Mr. Dzul.

"Mother yes . if Mas exists, never be warned, if Mas ga there, even sought" said Izma.

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Apparently at home there are only Mba Mini and Mas Anto, because Mba Parti, Mas Narko and Mba Tinah are home this year. The inner outer house has been cleaned including Dafi's house, spices have also been prepared, but the name is cooked in large quantities must be troublesome.

Izma just help her, Ms. Fia even did not help at all because of fear of thirst in front of the stove.

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This year is the same as the previous year, the Aa' Zay family will be scattered in Pak Shaka's house in Pondok Indah, later the second day of the new Eid back to Ciloto.

Saino has also been to his parents' house in Jakarta, if Agung will pray ied with his family in Ciloto, then after to Jakarta to his parents' house Valencia. Damar is also already in Jakarta, but Mak Imah will celebrate at Villa with Villa employees who are native Ciloto people.

Mak Imah is used to being in a quiet atmosphere during holidays. So it is not a burden, only this year feel sad because the relationship with the family has actually improved, just because it is not willing to meet with Iyus who made Mak Imah decide to stay away from his family for a moment.

According to the family of Mak Imah, Iyus had searched for himself several times, seducing to the family of Mak Imah in order to refer to Mak Imah. Even Iyus came to apologize.

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After Dzuhur, Dafi and Qeena were escorted by Pakdenya Qeena to the terminal using two motors. The Dafi who hugged Qeena. While Pakdenya Qeena hugged his son. Initially Dafi will use travel only, but travel from Wonogiri is very rare to go to Jakarta, so it was decided to take a bus.

Arriving at the terminal, Dafi and Qeena looked for the bus listed on the ticket that Dafi had bought earlier this afternoon.

They both ride executive-class double decker buses (luxury level buses, only thirty-four seats available on one bus. Divided into executive and economic classes. The executive class only provides six seats with two right and one left. There is a curtain separator with economy class, the top also belongs to economy class. Dafi wanted to find a sleeper bus but there was no departure from Wonogiri. The ticket price reaches almost five hundred thousand per seat and full toll trans Java, route Wonogiri-Solo-Jakarta).

Before getting on the bus.

"Mas .. This is the bus leaving at two in the afternoon, how to break it? want to buy first at the minimarket? there's still time" Qeena said.

"We can snack box and dinner kok, if the executive class there is a hot water dispenser to make instant cup noodles if you want. For tea and coffee are also provided there for free" explained Dafi.

"Take a drink?" ask Qeena.

"Yes .. Buy some mineral water, what do you want?" dafi said.

"Just like Mas" replied Qeena.

Dafi who went to the minimarket, Qeena was sitting on the bus. After buying a drink, Dafi got on the bus and sat down next to Qeena. The bus conductor distributed snack boxes to six people who booked seats in the executive class.